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Rated: E · Book · Experience · #1944628
I will share the many thoughts that invade my introspective soul.
#822850 added July 17, 2014 at 1:08pm
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Back to the drawing board
I sit her pondering what will happen as I enter the next chapter of journey. Yesterday was a bent out of shape day. I could not think or do anything right. I woke up and the dog I was taking care of had another accident. That is never a good way to start the day, especially knowing that the owners, good friends of mine are wondering how much longer to keep the dog around.

Later I would go to find out what job I would be getting, since my job would be ending Monday. Instead I get a song and dance about not having much, what did you come dressed like that for and come to the office at 730am Monday so that we can talk with an account manager. That did not make me feel very secure. I have a vacation planned in a few short weeks and not knowing what is happening with my job is enough to mess with my brain, especially not until it is time to finish up with a contract. You have got to be kidding me.

I need maintenance on my care and that meant finding several other issues that needed attending to. It would be nice if they could tell you where to find the money to fix the problems. I had some work done and then went scuttling off to my caregiving job.

There is a new system in place called clearcare. You have got to be kidding me! I work no more than ten hours and I am hooked up to this new change in the midst of all the rest of my concerns I am faced with being docked five to ten dollars for not doing it right. I do not even know what I am doing yet.

The last of many concerns on the day is my dwindling voice issue. I just had it checked and they think it may be allergy related and can be fixed. I am a preacher by vocation and losing one's voice is an occupational hazard. I am interviewing for a church job of late and I hope that this makes me more ready or at least puts it all in perspective.

Then I get home at the end of a long day and I hear...
Do you want a divorce or what? You hardly spend any time with me lately.

God are you listening?

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